Red Jerry
submitted March 12, 2015
Categories: Voyeurism
… I worked at a company where I met Jerry a few years ago. He was one of those unfortunate red head people with a freckled complexion and bright curly ginger hair. He was an unattractive man, and to be honest could be called Fugly. Apart from having large wing-nut ears, he had prominent cheek bones set above sunken cheeks that surrounded a protruding mouth. This gave him a really stupid facial expression, added to by his fat lips and prominent buckteeth. Mother Nature was in a bad mood the day he was born. Physically he was no oil painting either because he had a very large butt, although not being particularly overweight. He had large fleshy hands that were unattractive with huge feet judging by his shoes. To add to his misery he also had a major sinus problem and sniffed and snorted incessantly. He was a sad creature that everyone went to great lengths to avoid. I felt very sorry for him, and was virtually the only person that would even speak to him. At work he would always gravitate towards me at tea and lunch times. Apart from his unfortunate lack of social grace and unsightliness, he was an extremely bright person, and leaps and bounds ahead of all his coworkers in the computer division. Everyone at the company knew I was gay, and I was therefore very surprised after a few months when Jerry invited me to dinner one Friday. He wanted to take me out to thank me for always being so engaging and friendly towards him. How could I refuse? He arrived at my apartment thirty minutes before we were due at the restaurant, and after a quick drink we left for dinner. While dining he poured his heart out about how lonely he was etc. etc. etc. He also drank quite a bit at supper, and was “on his ear” when we arrived back at my home. Realizing that he was in no state to drive home, I offered him my spare room, which he gladly accepted. The following morning I made breakfast for us before he left at 10h00, profusely thanking me. Sadly there dinners and stay overs became a weekly occurrence. I really liked him and enjoyed his company immensely, but would rather have spent my Fridays at a gay bar down the road. After four weeks he asked me what I normally did on Friday’s. I answered truthfully and he blew me away by suggesting we go to the gay bar after our dinner. Hesitantly I agreed to take him to the pub. As usual, Jerry had had a few drinks upon our arrival. He was fascinated by the place and his eyes absorbed everything and everyone. After a time he excused himself to use the toilet. Having been gone ten minutes I went to look for him. When I entered the latrine I heard sexual sounds emanating from the only stall in use. Bewildered I returned to my seat at the bar. I focused on the exit door of the toilet, and minutes later observed a young man leaving, followed seconds later by Jerry. I said nothing and we resumed chatting. An hour later the same “toilet ritual” played itself out with Jerry. Half an hour after his second “visit”, we finished our drinks and left for my apartment. Jerry left as usual the following morning after breakfast and late that afternoon I got a call from him, asking if he could bring pizzas over for dinner. I agreed somewhat hesitantly, but as I had nothing planned that evening wasn’t all that perturbed. At around 21h00 Jerry asked if he could buy me a drink at the bar from the previous evening, and I agreed before we set off on the ten minute walk. Not long after our arrival Jerry had to use the toilet. After a few minutes I investigated as I had done the previous evening. This time however I entered the stall next to the one in use, fully aware of the large glory-holes in the toilets. As I peered through the hole a young guy was on his knees attempting to suck Jerry off. Attempting is the only word I could use, as our friend Jerry had the thickest cock I had ever seen. His dick was incredibly fat in the middle, tapering off to both ends. The poor young guy could barely fit the head of Jerry’s cock in his mouth. Jerry’s penis was very light in colour, and laced with blue veins. As the young man took a breather, I also observed that Jerry was generously uncut with an inch of skin hanging off the tip. It was also clear that the skin could not fully retract and the youngster tongued the front as if savoring something delectable. Shortly the young man stood up and turned around bending, before Jerry grabbed his hips and began forcing his monster into the awaiting hole. The youngster yelped as Jerry plowed straight into him. After a few minutes as Jerry announced he was cumming the young man spun around and onto his knees to receive his white reward. I quickly left my stall and returned to the bar. Jerry soon joined me and we ordered two more drinks. Half an hour later Jerry again left for the toilet, and I once again had my voyeuristic pleasures nourished. Unfortunately I was not able to witness round three later as the stall next to Jerry was occupied. The following Friday and Saturday we kept our newly established tradition going. On the Friday I was fortunate enough to view all three Jerry’s performances, and on the Saturday I watched round one. The stall next to jerry was unfortunately occupied for round two, but I was determined to participate more actively in round three. When I entered the stall next to Jerry, he was alone in his stall. I motioned with my finger for him to push his dick through the hole, which he immediately did. His cock close up was spectacular, and I began licking and sucking heartily. After a few minutes he withdrew and whispered that I should join him in his stall. Being prepared however I simply placed my anus at the hole, and was relieved when I felt his cock start to prod at my rosebud. Taking his large phallus was somewhat of an ordeal, but I was determined to do so. Once in, he started thrusting into me with vigor, and after five minutes in heaven Jerry unloaded into my backside. I moved with great haste once he had cum, and exited the stall before he had finished doing up his trousers. When he joined me at the bar we ordered and drank one more beer, before deciding to call it a night and get on our way. As we walked back to my apartment I told him that he had a remarkable penis. When he looked at me totally shocked, I admitted that I had provided him with his finale in the toilet that evening. Smiling Jerry told me that he had wanted to have sex with me, but was afraid to ask as he felt he was out of my league. I was according to him I was the best looking guy at the company, and he was the ugly duckling. Fearing rejection he had always refrained from propositioning me. As we continued walking he asked if the bar visits would be necessary from now on. Smiling, I told him that I did not think so.